" Listen up Heather.. You will be in big trouble if you punch Luther again" Harry scolded, looking sternly at the grey- eyed child.

 " He didn't let me play football with him because ' I am a tiny girl '  " The little girl whined.  

" Yeah Harry, go talk to Luther, he is a spoiled brat" Louis said with a grin . 

" Come Heather, you shall play football with me, but don't ever use means of violence to settle anything..do you understand? " He said with a  thick British judge accent. 

Heather nodded eagerly between bouts of laughter. 

" Censor what you say around these kids  Louis" Harry warned trying to hide the hint of affection in his eyes.

  He took Luther by his hands "  Your sister is as worthy as you, little one, don't think less of her or any other human."

 "I am not a spoiled brat"

 Harry frowned and said" No you are not, but others don't know that, so don't act like one..okay?

 "Okay" Luther beamed as he skipped towards his other siblings. 

 Harry sighed as he took out his Chemistry note book. He had loads of holiday homework from his uni and his part time job never gave him a concession to skip them. Settling himself in the snug sofa, he stared at all the questions looking up occasionally to laughter and giggles from the garden.

 Before he could stop himself, he found himself staring at the way Louis moved , his small feet deftly tackling the football, his ocean blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled and those scarlet lips that enchanted Harry whenever he talked.

 Harry gasped when realization hit him  that he was falling, falling desperately and deeply for Louis Tomlinson.

* That's it for today folks! Do you think Harry will get through all his fears and ask Louis out? Or do you think Louis will make the first move? Vote and comment. - Love Lou*